Ye Lang got Fang Lan's help and became more powerful. He pointed at him domineeringly and sneered: "Tang Xiaowu, give me the soul spirit you collected just now, and I will let you go!"

"What if I don't give it?"

"If you don't give it to me, I will kill you, and all the treasures on you are mine!"

Ye Lang secretly relied on his cultivation, and his vitality improved with the supplement of elixirs, which further increased his confidence.

"She is your sister, and I just begged me to save you..."

Tang Fan knew that the other party was delaying time, but he didn't take it seriously, but looked at Fang Lan.

Fang Lan's eyes wandered for a while, but she still said firmly: "I can protect Fang Tong, but you..."

"Fang Lan, you still have shamelessness! If you dare to touch Xiao Wu's hair, I will fight you to the death!"

Although Fang Tong didn't know what Tang Fan was thinking, he still clearly stated his position.

Tang Fan looked at her deeply, and he did not see the wrong person.

Perhaps because of his miserable life experience, Fang Tong is more mature and decisive than his peers.

"Do you really think you two can kill me?"

Tang Fan grinned and exuded the cultivation level of the peak of the Dan.

"The disciples of Zhenxian Pavilion are a sharp sword of the sect. Our methods are not something you, those who specialize in practicing alchemy, can understand! Your vegetation and tree attainments can deal with medicine souls, but cannot deal with us!"

Ye Lang said this, but he was not in a hurry to take action. He was still waiting for the opportunity.

"Tang Xiaowu, it's true that you saved us, but those soul spirits... do not belong to you! The place of trial is not about human kindness!"

Fang Lan said coldly, showing greed.

"I can understand you now..."

Tang Fan looked at Fang Tong sympathetically, no wonder she once thought of death. Living in such an environment is indeed worse than death.

"Tang Xiaowu, I will count three numbers..."

Ye Lang's cultivation has almost recovered, and he doesn't want to wait any longer.

"No……"

Tang Fan raised his hand and took out a bottle of soul spirit from his arms and threw it into his arms.

Ye Lang looked happy, and when he took it in his hand, he smiled proudly.

"I hope you can leave alive..."

Tang Fan grabbed Fang Tong and turned and left.

"you……"

Fang Tong looked surprised. She had seen Tang Xiaowu's strength, so he shouldn't have given up...

"Did I let you go?"

Unexpectedly, Ye Lang's gloomy voice came from behind him.

"What else do you want?"

Tang Fan turned around and asked impatiently.

Ye Lang showed a ferocious smile on his lips and said lightly: "What else is her? What I want is... all the soul spirits on you!"

Tang Fan asked, "Are you sure, give you our soul spirit, and you will let us go?"

Ye Lang sneered: "Tang Xiaowu, you are not qualified to bargain with me!"

"Give it to him..."

Tang Fan said to Fang Tong, then took out the soul spirit from Qiankun bag and threw it over.

Seeing that he was like this, Fang Tong didn't say much. He took out his soul spirit and was about to hand it to Ye Lang, a magical sense suddenly floated into his ears: "Give it to Fang Lan."

Fang Tong was slightly stunned, looked at Tang Fan, and gave his soul spirit to Fang Lan.

Fang Lan took over the soul spirit and stood behind Ye Lang again.

Tang Fan glanced at her deeply and pulled Fang Tong to leave.

Unexpectedly, Ye Lang spoke again: "Give me all your storage bags!"

"hehe……"

Tang Fan smiled and said, "You can't be greedy in your life!"

"Your life is in your own hands..."

Ye Lang had a ferocious face, and his cultivation was gradually released, and it seemed that he would take action at any time.

"Not afraid of death, just go ahead!"

Tang Fan raised his hand and pulled off the Qiankun bag and threw it into the air.

"Ha ha……"

Ye Lang flew to grab it, but as soon as his hand touched the Qiankun bag, he felt a great force on it, and his whole body was knocked away and fell heavily to the ground.

"puff!"

Ye Lang couldn't help it for a moment, and spit out a mouthful of blood, his expression was extremely horrified.

Just now, he felt as if he had bumped into a mountain...

"Senior Brother Ye!"

Fang Lan stepped forward and helped Ye Lang up, his expression a little strange.

"Junior Sister Fang, let's take action together and kill them!"

"Senior Brother Ye, I'm sorry!"

"you……"

Before Ye Lang could react, he felt a pain in his chest and a flying sword penetrated from behind.

His eyes were wide open, and he wanted to say something, but in the end he said everything.

"ah……"

Fang Tong opened his mouth wide, and the change in this scene was too fast.

Fang Lan picked up the storage bag on Ye Lang and said, "Tang Xiaowu, I will pay you back this life, and there will be a date in the future!"

Tang Fan smiled foolishly and said, "You seem to have forgotten something else, right?"

Fang Lan's body trembled. After she turned around, she saw Tang Fan standing in front of her.

The panic flashed in her eyes, and then she took out the soul spirit and returned it to Tang Fan, without any greed.

"I did forget it just now, thank you for saving me!"

Fang Lan said calmly, and then explained: "Ye Lang is very strong. If I didn't cooperate with him before, I would not be able to save you..."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Fang Tong and said, "Sister, I misunderstood you before, but I never forgot that you are my sister!"

Fang Tong looked at Fang Lan with a complicated expression, and his heart was a little touched.

"let's go."

Tang Fan hugged Fang Tong and turned around and left.

But before his stepping foot landed, he turned around suddenly and sneered: "Although your plan is perfect, your strength does not allow it..."

"you……"

Fang Lan stared blankly at Tang Fan who was turning back, and the flying sword held above Tang Fan's head was frozen there, neither up nor down...

"Fang Lan!"

Fang Tong then realized it and said furiously: "I thought you had changed, but I didn't expect you...you are so cruel!"

"In the world of cultivation, the strong are prey on the weak, don't blame me!"

Fang Lan looked cruel and quickly slashed the flying sword in her hand towards Tang Fan's head.

"clang!"

After a muffled sound, the flying sword hung two inches above Tang Fan's head and could no longer be cut.

Tang Fan released his qi and his mind moved, and he bounced his flying sword away.

"Fang Lan, you disappointed me so much! Originally, I had a slight fantasy about you, but I didn't expect you..."

Fang Tong's face was full of self-blame and resentment. Fortunately, Tang Xiaowu was fine, otherwise she would not have forgiven herself in her life.

Tang Fan did not speak, but stared at Fang Lan and showed a playful smile.

I have to say that this woman is so scheming that it is really shameful.

"Ah...I'm sorry!"

After being panicked, Fang Lan suddenly knelt on the ground again and begged: "Don't blame me, I... I'm just a little obsessed with it, I know I'm wrong!"
To be continued...